• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Idle Hands - Rancid
• Idle Hands - Shadows Fall
• Idle Hands - Shannon Wright
• Idle Hands - Stone Sour
• Idle Hands - Pain (American Band)
• Idle Hands - The Murder City Devils
• Idle Hands - Corey Taylor
• Idle Hands - Winterville
• Idle Hands - Gutter Twins

Chaos discontent I'm a lunatic
Thirty days in the street is how I'm doing it
A life of no money a quart of Cisco
The horses are loose I got mine let's go
The enemy would not expect an attack at this hour
The moon is a sliver the darkness gives me power
Come and find me I'm gonna be here
Come and find me I like it
Spent some time in a shelter down on Webster
you think I'm going back you must be joking
If I ever forget how bad it was to be homeless
I must still be high from the dope I was smoking
LAST NIGHT I WAS THINKING
EARLY MORNING DRINKING
THE DEVIL'S GOT WORK FOR
IDLE HANDS
Spent some time in a shelter down on Webster
you think I'm going back you must be joking
If I ever forget how bad it was to be homeless
I must still be high from the dope I was smoking
LAST NIGHT IW WAS THINKING
EARLY MORNING DRINKING
THE DEVIL'S GOT WORK FOR

Just a word all it takes to set it off
Uncontrolled all restraint has been lost
Absorbing more than I can stand
Of these self defeating unreal demands
Giving into frustrations command
The devil makes good use with idle hands
Overwhelming desire to react
I am too far gone forever turning back
Looking for something to lash out at
Turning inward it is myself that I attack
The anger grows inside everyday
Unquechable I have become my own prey
From where has this rage been spawned?
Been building deep inside for far too long
Forgotten memories buried and hidden
creating my own emotional prison
Can it be that i have lost?

It is cruel
The tricks we play
Only I could find my way
Do what you want to
Say what you want to say
Your unruly eyes
Ruly eyes
They speak
When there’s trials
So quiet
When there’s trials
Watch for idle hands
We need the tender care
Of useful things
To prepare
So bend the light to share
When there's trials
So quiet
When there's trials

Stuck to the dog, pissin' out both ends
I got a hundred lethal weapons that I call my friends
Ain't a person on Earth who could take my life
I wish they would so a man could get some sleep at night
But my design is a mixture of descent and decay
I see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday
Can a man ever wash his hands of blood?
Perpetual deja vu, isn't that enough?
Peel back the layers... and see what I've become
Satisfied? Now I feel nothing
Stay away - I swear it wasn't me!
See if you can relish if you close both eyes
Every time I make an issue of it, someone dies
Carried out like a hit man, set in stone
Don't know why I even bother to be left alone
In my opinion, it's a self-serving fucked-up phase
Got a picture in my wallet that I keep, in case I
Gotta go, gotta split, gotta make it to a higher level than this
But I could be wrong, what I say is wrong, what I really want to say is:
Peel back the layers... and see what I've become
Satisfied? Now I feel nothing
Stay away - I swear it wasn't me!
Run------ it doesn't matter,
I need all the miracles that I can gather
Run------ I can't pretend
I put myself in idle hands again
Here's how it ends, just a bit too soon
River deep in all the shit I let myself get into
Doesn't anybody like it here?
Blank looks, television drama and no fear
Let another person fuck with your mind
I bet you become the person who will fuck in time
Man I just stopped caring, the music is blaring
I feel you glaring, WHY WON'T YOU STOP STARING?
Peel back the layers... and see what I've become
Satisfied? Now I feel nothing
Stay away - I swear it wasn't me!
Run------ it doesn't matter
I need all the miracles that I can gather
Run------ I can't pretend
I put myself in idle hands again

idle hands and bridled passions
muddled thoughts with good intentions
and don't you know there are things far worse than that?
i used to spell out all my problems in simple one-line declarations
and analyze my feelings for things in similar ways
this may be the finest thing
the finest thing i've found to date
but the bed is where i'd be all day if given half a chance
i used to spell out all my problems but kept them hidden in a bottle
and sealed the cork and sent it off and waited for a good reply one day
and still i maintain this grudge for people cuz' they're not like me
and there are several things that i think rank far worse than that
i used to envy all the people who cursed at things for useless reasons
and kept my dark side hidden in my pocket and i thought i had it made

It could have been any boy
It could have been any girl
But I'm glad it was me
I'm glad it was you
Met a girl from Austin in Dallas
Met a girl i won't soon forget her
Sat down to write her a letter i wrote this song instead
These idle hands they do the devil's work
These idle hands
They do a whole lot worse
I bet you've got a boy back in Austin baby
But I'm not asking

Stuck to the dog, pissin' out both ends
I got a hundred lethal weapons that I call my friends
Ain't a person on Earth who could take my life
I wish they would so a man could get some sleep at night
But my design is a mixture of descent and decay
I see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday
Can a man ever wash his hands of blood?
Perpetual deja vu, isn't that enough?
Peel back the layers...and see what I've become
Satisfied? Now I feel nothing. Stay away - I swear it wasn't me!
See if you can relish if you close both eyes
Every time I make an issue of it, someone dies
Carried out like a hitman, set in stone
Don't know why I even bother to be left alone
In my opinion, it's a self-serving fucked-up phase
Got a picture in my wallet that I keep, in case I
Gotta go, gotta split, gotta make it to a higher level than this
But I could be wrong, that I say is wrong, what I really want to say is...
Peel back the layers...and see what I've become
Satisfied? Now I feel nothing. Stay away - I swear it wasn't me!
Run - it doesn't matter.
I need all the miracles that I can gather
Run - I can't pretend
I put myself in idle hands again
Here's how it ends, just a bit too soon
River deep in all the shit I let myself get into
Doesn't anybody like it here?
Blank looks, television drama and no fear
Let another person fuck with your mind
I bet you become the person who will fuck in time
Man I just stopped caring, the music is blaring
I feel you glaring, WHY WON'T YOU STOP STARING?
Peel back the layers...and see what I've become
Satisfied? Now I feel nothing. Stay away - I swear it wasn't me!
Run - it doesn't matter.
I need all the miracles that I can gather
Run - I can't pretend
I put myself in idle hands again

Wasted motivation has him on his knees
Cryin' a conspiracy dying of his own disease
Slow down brother well to hell I will
I'll never be beaten and I'll never get my fill
But maybe my mind's gone
So maybe I'll be proven wrong
But nothing comes for nothing you see
Cos there are no exceptions
No divine interventions
To stop your lethargy from lurking
And make your idle hands start working
Old dreams rusting right before his eyes
His heavy heart is bleeding
Himself he's come to despise
So sing us all a love song
Another like the last one
Keep it in your daydream
Your just another could have been
So stop your lethargy from lurking

My idle hands
There's nothing I can do
But be the Devil's plaything, baby
And know that I've been used
Her lips are cold
They suffer me
They drag me under, baby
Into your suffering (hey)
Let your hands
Do what they will do
Stand inside
Make your Maker's move
And your eyes don't look the same
They seem enervated, in denial
Cast like stones
Like you been rode for miles, rode for miles
My eyes have seen
They have been shown
This is an occupation
To stand alone
I suffer you
You suffer me
We are the Devil's plaything
Into this reckoning
Let your hands
Do what they will do
Stand inside
Make your Maker's move
And your eyes don't look the same
They seem enervated, in denial
Cast like stones